Chapter 57: You Think You're Match Enough to Compete with Me?

Hearing this, the seven or eight young men behind him pressed forward in unison.

These individuals were all veteran inner disciples, with the lowest cultivation base being at the early stage of the True Origin Realm.

"You little punk, I have to say, you are quite arrogant."

A chubby-faced young man stood before Li Wudao with a ferocious grin, his eyes filled with mockery.

Just as he was about to spout more harsh words,

in the next instant,

a phantom-like afterimage flashed, and without any warning, the chubby-faced young man was sent flying.

"Bang—"

Amidst the astonished and suspicious gazes of the crowd, he crashed straight into the wall, his body splayed out in the shape of the character "大".

Immediately after, hanging on the wall for a few seconds, he slumped heavily to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and passed out cold.

"Are you from Dunhuang? You've got so many murals on you."

Li Wudao stood right where the chubby-faced young man had been, slowly lowering his foot.

"What just happened?"

"Brother Dao is at the mid-stage of the True Origin Realm... he just... just vanished like that?"

The men behind turned their heads in a daze, their mouths agape in disbelief.

"Was that you?!"

The leading youth's expression flickered with uncertainty. This young man was somewhat unexpected—a ruthless character!

As his voice trailed off,

his lackeys all cast awkward glances at him, feeling somewhat embarrassed and losing face.

Apart from their own group, the only people present were Lin Yan and this unfamiliar youth.

Lin Yan, that piece of trash, had been beaten until blood was streaming from his nose and definitely lacked such strength. It was obvious that this youth had made a move.

"Are you blind? Didn't you see I used my foot?"

Li Wudao glanced at him as if looking at a fool.

"???"

The crowd froze in place, dark lines of frustration squeezing out on their foreheads.

No, wait, was that the main point?

"Damn it, you still dare to insult me! Get him, all of you! We must make this brat leave horizontally!"

The leading youth turned ashen with rage, waving his hand grandly to order the rest to attack together.

The next moment,

seven inner disciples rapidly swarmed around Li Wudao, their movements fierce and their expressions malicious.

In an instant, the aura of the True Origin Realm swept across the entire courtyard, and the atmosphere abruptly froze.

"Brother Li, be careful! If not... you'd better just run away!"

Standing not far away, Lin Yan was overwhelmed with panic.

The strength of these people far exceeded his own; he felt an oppressive weight pressing down on him just from the surrounding air.

Any single one of them could hang him up and beat him without giving him the slightest chance to retaliate.

"Don't panic, I only need to make a slight move."

Li Wudao smiled faintly, his tone carrying boundless confidence.

"Oh ho, this brat is quite cocky."

"Damn it, he puts on an even bigger act than me! I can't bear this for another second!"

Twitching at the corners of their mouths, several of them increased the force in their hands, determined to make the youth suffer a bitter lesson.

Facing the seven opponents' dense and tidal wave of attacks,

Li Wudao remained calm as water, gaining mastery by striking after the enemy had struck. Stepping into a heavenly-grade movement technique, he vanished from his spot in a blur.

Immediately afterward, amidst the seven men's panicked and bewildered glances, he unexpectedly materialized behind one of them.

With a single muffled "bang",

the inner disciple suffered a heavy blow to his back, instantly spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing straight to the ground.

"Over there!"

Seeing their companion severely injured, the remaining six grew utterly furious and charged forward recklessly.

However,

just as they lunged, the youth vanished once again like a ghost.

Following closely behind, amidst another miserable cry, yet another person went down.

In the span of just a few breaths, three of the seven inner disciples had fallen.

"Even Hu Qiang has been defeated. What kind of monster is this brat..."

The leading youth felt his heart pound with fear, a chill rising straight up his spine.

One had to know that Hu Qiang was already at the late stage of the True Origin Realm, yet he hadn't even lasted a single breath against this unfamiliar youth.

And since he himself was only at the peak of the True Origin Realm, he naturally wouldn't be much stronger.

It was over. He had bloody well kicked an iron plate.

He cursed inwardly, a trace of fear creeping onto his face.

In the next instant,

the leading youth suddenly thought of something and hurriedly pulled out a sound-transmission jade slip to call for help.

"Brother-in-law, I've been beaten up. Hurry up and bring some men over..."

If things continued this way, it wouldn't be long before he met the same ruined fate.

Meanwhile,

while he was busy sending the message, another three men were knocked down by Li Wudao with a single punch each, beginning their "death rolls" on the ground.

A moment later,

all seven inner disciples lay sprawled on the ground, wailing incessantly and screaming in agony, their eyes filled with terror.

Lin Yan stood nearby, completely dumbfounded, his expression a shifting palette of shock.

He still remembered during the newcomer grand competition that Li Wudao had needed to engage in a grueling, prolonged battle just to narrowly defeat someone at the early True Origin Realm.

Yet now, a late True Origin Realm expert couldn't even withstand a single blow from him—an absolute, crushing domination that defied all reason.

This clearly meant that Li Wudao had been holding back his true strength back then on purpose.

Realizing this, Lin Yan couldn't help but wryly smile at the corner of his lips.

To think he had been trembling with anxiety for nothing; all his worries had been completely groundless.

Having disposed of the seven,

Li Wudao walked unhurriedly toward the leading youth and asked directly, "Speak, who ordered you to cause trouble for Lin Yan?"

"Nobody ordered me, I did it of my own accord."

A trace of panic flashed through the youth's eyes as he flatly denied it.

Hearing this, Li Wudao found it somewhat amusing and looked at him tauntingly, "Then care to explain what grudge you hold against Lin Yan?"

"I..."

The youth stammered, completely unable to cobble together a coherent excuse.

"Alright, master is too lazy to waste words with you. I'll give you two choices: either I beat you to a pulp first, and then we discuss the rest."

Before Li Wudao could finish speaking,

the youth interrupted, "I choose the seco—"

"Very well, then you shall honestly confess first, and then get beaten to a pulp."

The corners of Li Wudao's mouth curled up, a hint of playful mockery showing in his eyes.

"You..."

Choked with frustration, the youth's face flushed red, and he cursed out loud, "Brat, don't be so arrogant! Don't think there's nobody who can deal with you!"

He glared angrily at Li Wudao, his back teeth itching with hatred.

Those two choices were identical in every damn way; it was clearly deliberate humiliation—too tyrannical!

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The youth's triangular eyes blazed with fury as he roared and charged forward.

Since he couldn't escape either way, he might as well go all out.

"Trash, you want to fight master to the death? Do you even have the strength for it?"
Li Wudao sneered, then threw out a crushing punch.

The next instant, their fists collided.

Suddenly, thick dust and smoke erupted across the courtyard.

In a flash, the youth was sent flying more than ten meters back, stumbling unsteadily for several steps before collapsing to his knees on the ground.

Drip-drop—

Trickles of shocking blood flowed down his right hand.

"How is this possible... Your strength..."

He struggled to stand up, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his arm trembling uncontrollably while his face was covered in shock and lingering fear.

He had thought that with his peak True Origin cultivation, he wouldn't be defeated so quickly.

Yet he never expected that this youth before him would utterly crush him with a single punch.

"Not bad, you can still stand up. Quite durable, aren't you?"

Li Wudao raised an eyebrow, walking forward with a faint smile.

"If you stop now, I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, when my brother-in-law arrives, you're going to be in deep trouble!"

Panic had completely overtaken the youth. He retreated step by step, his lips trembling as he issued threats.

Seeing that the youth remained unmoved,

fear flashed in his eyes, and he screamed, "Don't come any closer! My brother-in-law is an elder of the Enforcement Hall! If you seriously injure me, he will never let you off!"

Li Wudao smiled dismissively, his pace not slowing down in the slightest as he walked right up and delivered a slap.

The other party was entirely in the wrong here; even if the matter went all the way to the Enforcement Hall, he stood on solid ground.

If that so-called Enforcement Hall elder chose to shield and shelter him, then the elder shouldn't blame him for asking the Sect Master to step in.

When it came to having backing, who was afraid of whom?

"Crack!"

A heavy slap landed, causing the youth's head to buzz and nearly knocking him flat. His vision spun violently, and his triangular eyes rolled back.

"Stop hitting me, I was wrong..."

He pleaded endlessly, but the only response he received was more slaps.

Before long, under Li Wudao's enthusiastic care, the youth swelled up into the shape of a pig's head at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Like throwing your weight around? Like bullying the weak? How is it? How does this taste feel?"

Looking at the youth wailing on the ground, Li Wudao's eyes remained completely steady.

If he hadn't arrived in time, Lin Yan's situation would have been perilous.

Right at that moment,

figures bustled at the courtyard entrance, and the members of the Enforcement Hall arrived fashionably late.

The leading elder happened to be an old acquaintance, Ding Hui. He strode through the gates and immediately spotted the youth sprawled on the ground.

"Ruan... Ruan Wen?!"

Looking at the familiar yet battered face of the youth, Ding Hui's pupils constricted.

"Brother-in-law, it's me!"

Ruan Wen lifted his gaze with great difficulty. His two panda-like eyes were bruised black and blue, and he was so moved he was almost on the verge of tears.

Sweeping his gaze over the various figures sprawled out in disarray, Ding Hui's face grew even more furious.

"You audacious brat! How completely lawless! You dare to injure so many fellow disciples—surrender immediately!"

He fixed a lethal glare upon the youth standing with his back to him, a powerful aura surging throughout his body.

For both public and private reasons, he was determined to severely punish this kid and show no leniency whatsoever!